Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.